13-Jun-2000
Title: Love Without You ( One-Shot )
Author: NaNa (VelvtWhipLasher@icqmail.com)
Category: AE, Yaoi, Shonen-ai, Lime?, Deathfic, Sap, Angst, OOC, 3+4?
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Note that this has practically nothing to do with episode zero. I know what really happened to the g-boys when they were younger but this is my version or something like that. This was inspired by a dream. I do not own them and I do not have permission and I do not make any money out of this. There is lime in this fic. <tiny peck. Thats all&'gt; You were warned. Please send me comment after you read this. I feed on comments. <even criticism is appreciated>
//this// indicates inner talk thingy.
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Nanashi watched the politician giving a speech about peace and love from 50th floor.
"Can't we just get along? Why kill others when you could just talk about it? Why must we fight? Do you wish to see your loved ones getting killed in other people's hand? Then why do you fight?" the politician shouted, eager to get his point across.
Nanashi chuckled to himself. //I used to believe in love when I was called Trowa...//
Nanashi sat down on a rock, shivering in rain. The war was over - people had suffered so much. Nanashi lost his parents during the war. He did not even get to say good bye to them. They never told him that they loved him and now, Nanashi did not even remember his name. Nanashi shivered in his ragged clothes. He had to survive somehow.
Some gangsters in the street were chasing Nanashi. They wanted to take advantage of him. Nanashi ran as fast as he could but a seven year old could not get away from their dark hands. They slammed him against the wall and ripped his shirt off. //Damn it...I can't defend myself in this world...//
Nanashi closed his eyes to avoid seeing their monstrous face. He waited but then nothing happened. Nanashi opened his eyes slowly and to his surprise, he saw those gangsters that had tried to rape him sprawled all over the ground and a blonde boy who looked about nine standing in front of him. Nanashi blinked couple of times. //What's going on?// Then the boy walked up to him and offered his hand.
Nanashi met the sapphire eyes and took his hand.
"What's your name?" he asked.
"I don't have a name... I'm Nanashi..." Nanashi replied.
"Okay... Since I met you at three, I'll call you Trowa then," the boy said and started to drag Trowa with him.
"Wait, I don't even know your name. And where and why are you taking me with you?" Trowa asked. His life was full of heartaches. He did not want another heartbreak. The boy looked deeply into his eyes.
"My name is Quatre and you remind me of someone I had loved before. I know that you are all alone. I'm all by myself, too. I'm going to take care of you now." Trowa nodded and silently followed Quatre.
Years went by but Quatre still took care of Trowa. Trowa loved Quatre for his tender care. //I never felt so safe in my life...//
Trowa was now sixteen and Quatre was eighteen. Trowa came back from his part-time job. "I'm home Quatre!" Trowa tossed his jacket on the chair. The room was dark. //Hmm... I guess Quatre is not home yet.// Trowa entered the kitchen to make dinner. When he entered, he could just stare at the tiny table and gasp.
By the table was a candlelight dinner and Quatre holding a rose.
"Welcome home, Trowa. Today is a special day for me," Quatre whispered. Trowa just stared in disbelief.
"How so, Quatre?" Trowa asked. He was really curious. //I want the truth! //
"Today is the day I first met you. You do not remember your birthday either. So I think of today as your birthday. Sweet sixteen, Trowa," Quatre smiled. Trowa just stared at Quatre. //Sweet sixteen...// He was overwhelmed.
"Well shall we eat now?" Quatre asked. Trowa nodded and they sat down. He knew that Quatre understood how he was feeling right now. He was really happy and yet, he did not know how to thank him properly. Quatre smiled at Trowa.
"This is my gift for you... I hope you like it," and then Quatre coughed a bit and knelt down in front of Trowa. "Trowa, I know we are young and everything. But I don't want to wait anymore. When I first saw you, I could have walked away and saved myself a lot of trouble. But I came and helped you. I didn't know why then but now I know. I love you."
Trowa gaped at Quatre. //You love me? //
"Trowa, will you marry me?" Quatre asked. //Please Trowa, say yes...//
Trowa looked at Quatre. He knew he cared for him; he even loved him. He knew what he wanted. "Yes," Trowa replied. Quatre beamed at him then inserted a golden ring in his finger. "I love you, Trowa," then Quatre sealed his proposal with a kiss.
Riots had started when people felt that the governors were being unfair... Trowa and Quatre stayed in each others embrace waiting for a truce when the food ran out.
"I'll go get some food," Quatre said as he started to put on his coat.
"No! It's dangerous out there!" Trowa shouted. //I won't lose you!//
"Trowa, I'll be fine. It'll only take me a second," and with that Quatre walked out that door. It was one second, all right, when he came back to Trowa. Right after he opened the door to exit, a bullet shot by the police went through his heart and Quatre dropped to the ground. "Quatre!" Trowa cried and ran to his fiancé's side. "Quatre! Oh God! I told you to not go... Please stay with me Yo...u just proposed to me... You told me that you loved me... Don't go Quatre!" Quatre smiled at Trowa weakly.
"Don't cry, Trowa. I'll always love you..."
Trowa cried, whispering "No" as he held his dying love.
After Quatre had died, Trowa joined one of the Mafia and became a professional assassin. The name Trowa and his feelings for anyone died when he died. His heart was an ice He was Nanashi once again. Nanashi readied his sniper for fire.
"So I hope everyone one of you understand me and try to bring people together for peace and love..." Right after that word, Nanashi pulled the trigger and the politician dropped to the ground forming a pool of blood.
"There is no love without Quatre..."
=End=
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